Thursday, May 2, 2013
Struggling with losing my voice has had me realize I don't always put it to good use. There are times I complain about things that in the big scheme of life don't mean a thing. Over the last few weeks I have been grumbling about someone who isn't going to change. Every time I get drawn back in it turns into a mess causing me to amp up my "bitch" factor. Yes, I have one. Those closest to me know all about it. I have had some justification in my feelings, but my reaction is totally up to me. I guess my own vocal chords rebelled and shut me up.
I have a choice to spew my negativity or take a deep breath and write if off as a lesson learned. I can hear The Who's song, I Won't Be Fooled Again, playing in my head. So in this time of enforced silence I am going to let the person and the drama go. Blame is a two way street so I will shut up, stop pointing my finger, and let it go.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Welcome to this special edition of the Creative Nexus Café, which is a selection of memorable moments from the popular BlogTalkRadio internet radio show, a program promoting the arts, poetry, prose, interpretive readings, and philosophical thought to inspire the creative mind.
Featured in this special edition are:
Natasha Lynn Head, producer, host, and Dj
Roger Allen Baut, producer, host, and Dj
Susie Clevenger, author, poet, photographer, and coordinator of the Nexus Café
Joanne Young Elliott, program and talent coordinator of the Nexus Café
Matthew Charles Hatt, artist, experimental music, and audio specialist of the Nexus Café
Beth Winter, poet, photographer, and coordinator of the NWCU
Agnew T. Pickens, poet
East Elysium, musicians
Heather Grace Stewart, poet, and her daughter Kayla
Johnny Clyde, composer
Kim G, host of AWOP (a world of progress) radio
Knightspring, Creator of mashups
Poppy Silver and O.R.M.E., musicians
The KLF, musicians
The Juggernauts, musicians
The Creative Nexus Café™ - SE (Special Edition) by Chasing Tao is licensed under a Creative Commons Licence.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
When I started dating my husband, Charlie, she immediately took me into the family. I can honestly say we only had one argument in the 45 years I knew her. Of course we had different opinions, but we never let it divide us.
What was funny through all the years she was my mother-in-law I referred to her as Charlie's mom or Grandma. It was just an oddity on my part. For some reason I couldn't call her mom and calling her by her first name, Barbara, just didn't sit right on my tongue either. With the birth of our girls, Grandma, seemed to be the perfect name for her. She didn't mind and we often joked about it.
I really feel her loss. She was the last living parent for both Charlie and I. Somewhere on a cloud I know she is dancing with Charlie's dad and hugging my husband's twin she never got to know. She always believed those who have departed this life send signs to let their loved ones know they are alright. I will watch for a sign from her and wipe my tears with the joy she is now at peace.
Monday, February 11, 2013
Monday, February 4, 2013
There is so much retail pandering to the billfolds of consumers. They have created enough guilt to have people rushing to buy candy and flowers to create the facade of love to assuage the demanding or the whining lips that have caught the Valentine bug.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Following my Muse's lead I wrote of topics I hadn't even considered a few weeks ago. It is odd to use abortion, travel, and spring in the same sentence, but that is where my pen took me. Those were the messages whispered in my head to create. I must clarify all though those three words are in the same sentence, they were all used in different poems.
I had one friend who asked me, "Where do you come up with this sh _ _?"
Well, I hope it isn't the term he used. I just tossed back at him, "It is called imagination." I am not sure he knows what that means if it doesn't have a rating on it as to content.
Writing can be running at full speed into an unexpected wall. Everyone who has picked up a pen knows what that feels like. I managed to get through this one. Hopefully I won't encounter it again for sometime to come. It is time to create; strike while the flint is hot so to speak.
Head on over to Confessions of a Laundry Goddess to read where my ink has been.